"In a land of forgotten names, only fire remembers who you were."
The Ashen Arena did not wait.
It loomed at the heart of Eldreth like a monument to war — blackened stone walls crowned with pyre-banners, runes burning across the archways, flameward glyphs tracing the skies. Inside, the crowds roared not with joy, but with thirst. The thirst for legacy, for flame, for destruction.
House of Nūr had returned. And the world had noticed.
The Arena of Shifting Ash
Flame-oracles floated above the grounds, casting elemental prayers. The arena's battlefield shifted beneath their feet — obsidian cliffs one moment, lava rivers the next. A cursed relic pulsed at the center, choosing formats, changing fates.
A flame-scribe announced, "Today begins the Trial of Flame: 1v1, 2v2, and Full-Team Ascension. Survivors shall walk closer to the Ember Throne."
Zafir's eyes gleamed. "It begins."
First Match: Fire Meets Steel
1v1 — Sabrin vs. Kalmos of the Iron Pact
The crowd barely noticed the scout at first — all eyes were on Kalmos, armored in steel skin and wielding twin hammer-axes. But Sabrin danced. She moved with Vale wind and whisper, sliding past every blow. When Kalmos lifted his axe overhead, Sabrin plunged her dagger through a crack in his sideplate, forcing him to yield.
Cheers erupted. But her eyes stayed on Rayyan — not the crowd.
2v2 — Lunir & Rayyan vs. Twin-Forged Sentinels
The twins merged mid-battle, forming a molten golem with a single burning core. Lunir's fire turned wild, unstable. Her eyes burned with fear. Rayyan blocked for them both, pushing his sigils to the edge.
With a burst of forbidden flame, he carved through the golem's core.
Victory. But when Lunir left the ring, she whispered, "Something's wrong with me. The fire… it talks now."
The Relic's Choice
As their team regrouped, a low hum echoed from the center relic.
Flame licked the air — then flared into a beam of fire, striking Nael squarely in the chest.
The crowd gasped. A voice, ancient and scorched, boomed:
"Anointed. Step forth and meet the one who bears the Liar's Echo."
From the shadows emerged a masked warrior cloaked in yellow flame. His eyes glowed amber. His aura felt… wrong.
Nael stepped into the ring.
The battle was not clean. The masked warrior fought like a prophecy turned feral — graceful, inevitable. But Nael held firm. When the enemy surged, Nael's flames twisted into black and gold, hissing with whispers only he could hear.
He struck the final blow with a curved arc of searing fire — one that cracked the relic's edge.
The masked warrior fell. Vanished in smoke.
Nael stared at his hands.
His flame had changed.
Shaia whispered to Zafir, "He is splitting. One path remains holy. The other... does not."
Rivalry Ignites
In the stands, a new figure stood — regal, silver-haired, bearing the sigil of House Virex. Khalser, the Phoenix-Blooded Prince.
He clapped slowly.
"Bold flames, Nael. But I see it clearly… you don't want his throne. You want your own."
Later that night, Khalser met Nael in secret. Offered him truth.
"The Tournament is a veil. Abaddon stirs beneath it. This isn't about Rayyan winning. It's about which flame burns clean… and which one devours."
Nael didn't respond. But the pendant under his shirt burned warm.
As if awakening.
Second Trial: House of Nūr vs. House of Serpent Ash
They entered the next round, facing illusionists and poisoners who conjured flame-dreams.
The arena warped into a nightmare. Rayyan saw Nael's shadow turning into Eblis. Nael saw Rayyan crowned in fire, laughing as kingdoms burned.
They attacked each other.
Sabrin barely dodged a killing blow.
Only Shaia, eyes glowing silver, shattered the dream with a chant that made the illusion reel back and dissolve.
The match ended with narrow victory.
But the team walked off fractured.
Lunir trembled. "The fire won't listen anymore."
Sabrin muttered, "Someone's feeding them our fear."
Zafir looked to Rayyan. "This arena doesn't create enemies. It unmasks them."
Breaking Point
Later, on the rooftop, Rayyan confronted Nael.
"You're not with us anymore, are you?"
Nael stared out at the flames on the horizon.
"Maybe I was never meant to be. Maybe I'm not the shadow. Maybe… I'm the flame that comes after yours dies."
Rayyan stepped back, stunned.
Nael walked past him, silent.
Lunir remained in the room, eyes glowing faintly — whispering to a voice only she could hear.
The Eye of the Ember Lord
That night, a new match list was posted.
House of Nūr vs. The Hand of the Hollow Flame.
Their enemy was a cult.
One of their champions stood at the center — face obscured, but the yellow flame in his eye pulsed with an ancient sigil. A sun with a slit pupil.
Shaia went pale.
"That's no champion. That's a gate."
"A gate to what?" Rayyan asked.
She looked at Nael.
"To what you were never meant to awaken."
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End of Chapter 12
The true trial has only begun. And the flames have begun to choose.